Waking Beauty
Aurora felt the soft touch of someone's lips on her own. Slowly she opened her eyes and saw, to her horror, that there was a boy standing over her; presumably he was the same one who had just kissed her.
She sat up so quickly her head began to ache, "What do you think you're doing?" she asked the boy.
The boy took a step back just to be safe and then started to talk in a wavering, scared sounding tone "I... I am prince M…Manelin, and I h…have awoken you, the sleeping b…beauty fr…from your enchanted sl…sleep."
Aurora sighed, princes they didn't change much in one hundred years, still as arrogant as ever. "Yeah," she said to Manelin "Well what if I didn't want to be woken up? What then, Prince Manelin?" She said his name in the tone you might use when talking about a puddle of slime or a pile of garbage.
Manelin took another step back. "Uh... Well I didn't think that-"
"Exactly" said Aurora "You didn't think that maybe I was having a really good dream, and now I've forgotten it!"
"S…sorry" stuttered Manelin "I just figured maybe you were tired of being asleep and I … I just thought…." Manelin caught sight of the annoyed expression that had been playing around on the princess' face and decided to make a run for it before Aurora got any angrier.
On he was out of the room Aurora sighed happily, stretched, and settled back onto her pillow for another couple hundred years of sleep. Who knew, maybe she'd even remember that dream she'd been having, the one about the spindle.